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005 Don't Bully Good Guys

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As the saying goes, the small hermit hides in the wild, and the big hermit hides in the city.

The Yokohama Branch of the Ability Secret Service is hidden behind a shopping street only 10 minutes' drive from Saibo Street.There is a row of houses with blue tiles and red bricks here. After many merchants who made their fortunes from this street poured their first pot of gold, they gradually formed a small community.

The fishermen who got up early probably had already pushed their boats out at this point, and they had to cast nets at sea to support their families. I followed Mr. Sakaguchi and yawned for the fifth time within 2 minutes.

The interior space of the house is far smaller than it looks from the outside, and the walls are unreasonably thick.I have every reason to suspect that they have made some obscure renovations to this place.The heating is fully turned on, and it is a constant temperature environment where you don't have to worry about catching a cold as long as you don't go out for the rest of your life.

Mr. Sakaguchi led me to the living room in the inner room, and then reluctantly spoke the second sentence to me, "Miss Zhongyuan, please stay here and wait for me to come back. Don't run around or move around."

Mr. Sakaguchi is very serious about please and other sounds. If conditions permit, he may directly choose the method of tying me up to ensure efficiency.

I raised my eyebrows noncommittally.

If Mr. Sakaguchi didn't deliberately emphasize it, maybe I would sit obediently on the sofa and wait for him to come back.But now I am starting to wonder if there is some kind of mechanism in this room that can open the entrance to the secret room.Although the premise is that human history has already entered the 21st century, this earthy living fossil organization that will repair the secret room behind the wall still exists.

I know that Mr. Sakaguchi's work is of a special nature, and it is impossible to allow the idea of ​​the host and the guest, but I really just want to touch the skull of the reindeer hanging on the fireplace and its nearly two-meter-wide antlers.And when I stretched out my hand, Mr. Sakaguchi, who had already turned around to leave, seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and immediately turned his head and stared at me long. Then, as I put my hand back to my side, I gradually Soothe the look.

Because his reaction is very interesting, after I stretched out and retracted my hand several times, this man with a rigid mid-part hair and a sharp decline in thinking ability due to severe lack of sleep finally saw that I was deliberately playing tricks on him. .He glared at me, resentment evident in his eyes behind the glasses.

No kidding, very boring.I pursed my mouth and looked down at the dirty bear on the slippers.Its eyes are made of tortoiseshell beads.

I sank into the sofa, and the sudden sleepiness gradually made my eyelids sore and heavy.

It would be a great thank you if you could let me sleep until dawn so smoothly. After all, I am also a minor who is still growing up. The importance of sleep does not need to be repeated.However, about ten minutes later, Mr. Sakaguchi came back with a bunch of things.

He put the pillow and blanket on the sofa, and gently pushed my head on the sofa, "Miss Zhongyuan, don't sleep yet."

He was under the eaves, so I had no choice but to raise my eyelids to look at him.As a result, the sleepy bug was almost scared away.

What is this professor's glasses doing?

"Sakaguchi-san, what is this?"

"Camp bed." Without raising his head, he opened the aluminum alloy folding bed two or three times.

It's a really good bed, evenly painted, with tight anchor points and a solid quality.

But its existence is extremely incompatible with this rococo-style room.

"...Of course I know it's a camp bed." The desire to complain made me cheer up, "What I'm asking is why you moved a camp bed for me to sleep in."

Doesn't the Yokohama Branch of the Ability Secret Service Division not even have a staff dormitory?

As if hearing some unreasonable and outrageous request, Mr. Sakaguchi stopped what he was doing.His glasses must have not been cleaned for a long time, and the lenses are foggy, just like his people, who always have endless sorrows in their hearts.

He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, only to realize that there were so many stains on them that they affected his vision.Mr. Sakaguchi found a piece of glasses cloth from the inner pocket of the suit that has never changed for thousands of years—at least he was wearing this brown three-piece suit every time I saw him.

"Miss Zhongyuan, the Ability Secret Service Division is just like a safe house for you." He frowned and said to me slowly, "I should have told you when Zhongyuan asked you to come to me. Bar?"

"This is not a hotel or a safe house. Unless it is a last resort, all we can provide you is the minimum security."

Asugo Sakaguchi's serious face reminded me of cabinet ministers promulgating new bills standing in front of flashlights and live broadcast cameras.I really can't imagine anything in this world that can make Mr. Sakaguchi smile.He has a unique depressive temperament, even Mr. Dazai, who is actually committing suicide every day, is more lively than him.

I couldn't help it, and rolled my eyes at him: "You really have no obligation to take care of me, but why exaggerate what you said." The air conditioner, which is constantly delivering warm air, just happened to be suspended at this time, and its outdoor unit must be A thick frost has already formed, just like the atmosphere between us fell from ordinary conversation to a freezing point in an instant.

The room was silent for a while, Mr. Sakaguchi pursed his lips and said nothing, the depressed man seemed to be in some kind of self-loathing.I looked at the wrinkles between his brows, and regretted my meanness—I shouldn't have bullied a good old man.

Because as I said, Mr. Sakaguchi has no obligation to take care of me, let alone bear my negative emotions and my sarcastic remarks.

But I don't want to apologize, and I don't want to sleep on a camp bed.I kicked off the slippers and lay down on the sofa together with the ashes all over my body.

If there weren't so many moths in the middle of the night, who would want to come out at three o'clock in the morning to disturb others?

It's all to blame.

Facing sideways against the back of the sofa, I curled myself into a ball.

Some studies say that this sleeping position is a sign of insecurity, but I should be the least likely child in the world to be insecure.There is indeed a sky beyond the sky, but I have already touched it.There are people out there, and I've seen them.Since I was 11 years old, I have encountered countless assassinations, abductions and kidnappings. In this beautiful and savage city, Yokohama, there are always novel things waiting for me to fall into the net, although in my opinion, few of them can be called Dangerous feat.

Sometimes I don't know what Zhong is thinking.He knows better than anyone else that what I need more than this Laoshizi safe house is more company and care.

Thinking of this, I suddenly feel lonely and sentimental.

It's so miserable.How could the level 5 of the dignified Academy City be reduced to such a point? ? ?

How can they live like left-behind children who can't wait to return to their migrant parents? ? ?

I closed my eyes in grief.No other sound has been heard since just now, and I am sure that Mr. Sakaguchi has not moved an inch during this time, and he must be standing there silently like a steadfast tin soldier.

In my impression, Mr. Sakaguchi has always been a soft-hearted person who shouldn't be so soft-hearted.His position is so clear, yet he will still have so many "sorry", even if the object is on his opposite side.Isn't it tiring to live with such contradictions?Guilt is the worst thing.The more I blinked, the more I narrowed my eyes. Tonight's accident could be turned into a half-hour storytelling story for Zhongye.

My mind seemed to be stuffed with paste, and my thoughts were spinning all over the place, but I couldn't be spun into a clear thread.Between half-dream and half-awake, I felt that there was an extra blanket on my body. This kind of belated enthusiasm made me familiar, but I really couldn't open my sleepy eyes to see him.

Only in my dream, I saw a lamb gnawing on the young bread tree.